Yo! Yo Joint Inf' did This right is crazy I-I feel big! what I Not, not big in the sense of weight, you know what I Like weight or, nothing like that Like colossal, like you know I mean? Like, ahh I heard you were for me
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello! (Tell me where you been?) Ha ha ha, you know! Ha ha ha (They asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) Yeah, ha ha, ha I know! Ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello! (Tell me where you been?) Shit, you know! Ha ha ha (They been asking, they been searching, they been why) Ha ha ha!
Yeah, to you, forever, me to you I somebody say church, I'ma need a suit I'ma need a coupe, I wont need a than Beetle juice, Beetle juice, be-the-juice
I got the floor, I'm see the roof Didn't a bulletproof So I got and you can see the Proof Blind eyes colored me and see the truth Wonder if do?
But I'ma it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'ma murder, why I ol' and even you? Man, I got Summer hating on me cause I'm than the sun Got Spring hating on me I ain't never sprung
Winter hating on me I'm colder than ya'll And I would never, I would never, I never Fall I'm hated by the seasons So ya'll who hating for no reason!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me where you been?) Around the and I'm back again! (They asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) Who's been about me? In case you're wondering Haa!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me have you been?) the world and now I'm back again! (They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why) Who's been asking me? In case you're wondering Haa!
Yeah, I in and out the bank, bitch! While all ya'll asshole niggas on the same shit, I flush And watch it go down the drain Two words you will hear, "Wayne Quit"
Cause win, and they lose I call them April Babies, they Fools And they snooze, we up up, like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic, I park In a red and yellow thang, old Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Collipark, but I'm Hollygrove! Now all my scream, "Soup," Woo,and "Da da dooh!"
I my role and I play it well And I wear it on my Libra Scale I a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there Long hair don't care
Young! (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me have you been?) the world and now I'm back again! (They asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) Who's been about me? In case you're wondering
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me have you been?) Around the and now I'm back again! (They been asking, they been searching, been wondering why) Who's asking about me? In case you're wondering
Cheah! I'm cheah, in my chair, with my crown and my dear Queen Bee, as I mic time with my heir Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
no mercy in Murcielago's I'm far from the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my being mentioned with the martyrs The Biggie's and the and the Marley's and the Marcuses
Garvey, got me a Molotov Flow even if you box can't stop the blows Kaboom, the Roc Boy in the The dope boy came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on Pilot, while guys just stare at my I see Euro's, right, plural I took so change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!
my go Yeah, and I'ma go so opposite of Off the Richter, Camacho, man, Randy Savage Far from average, status quo Flow, so, pro
I know, I rise And I pass say, "What up, killer man?" Stop up my past! And time you mention Pac, Biggie, and Jay-Z Don't forget baby!
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ay man (Tell me where you been?) Yo! (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Ha ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ay Man (Tell me where you been?) Hova! (They been asking, they been searching, been wondering why) Weezy!
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ha ha ha (Tell me have you been?) I been (They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why) hard, cheah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) And I swear to everything, when I leave this (Tell me have you been?) It's be on both feet, never knees in the dirt (They been asking, been searching they been wondering why) You can try me fucka, but when I it hurts
Fine, we lose two lives, yours and any amount of time, don't let Mrs. Carter grieve At the parlor, dripping tears down my sleeve Gimme any amount of time, don't let Mrs. grieve